A Broken Jorney

I have chosen you
and at this very moment
realized
to me, you can never be true.

So I set out for this jorney
in which there is no you.

Will things be alright
when the storm comes?
will there be any fire
to keep me from going numb.

I have set out for this jorney
the jorney which you
refused to come.

Oh it's getting dark
clouds gathering
the stars and their sparks
quietly hiding.
The cold wind, fiercely blowing

I have set out for this jorney
the jorney which seems to be
endlessly going.

Are they calling me?
Are they my friends?
Will they keep me company?
until this jorney ends?

I have set out for this jorney
My broken jorney which you
only can mend.